Page 9 of Knot your Good Girl

I’m at the stage where I turn it on and off. My nerves get the better of me. Showing my body or talking is one thing, but doing things to myself while the caller watches is on another scale.

Yet I know once I get over that insecurity I’ll be able to leave this crap job and probably never worry about marketing for a living, either.

Especially as level three was hard for me to activate, and now it’s my most profitable. The next step that’s the hardest, and until I’m brave enough I’m staying working for Jed.

There’s lots of omegas now who don’t want a pack or a grunting alpha. Like me, they want to live a life where they get to choose their future.

I don’t necessarily hate the idea of being with my life partner, but I don’t want it to be with just anyone. It has to be with my perfect scent match.

Mom thinks I’ve lost my mind. Telling me I’m getting too old and that she has never met more than a handful of omegas who are with their soulmate.

I intend to prove her wrong. And the man with Jed smells fucking fantastic. Yet, he obviously never felt the same. Which means he isn’t a scent match.

It’s fine.

I know when the right scent match will come along. The one who won’t be able to stop himself from making a move on me.

At my desk, I sip on my coffee before I open the reference request, noticing he hasn’t replied.

Enticed by the smell of warm blueberries, I open the paper bag containing my muffin and inhale. I’m going to devour it in two seconds flat without a second thought to my weight. I’m not stick thin and never want to be. I like my healthy curves, and the men who pay me to pose in my lingerie do too.

A throat clears above me. I glance up and smile at Penny, who works for Madeline, Jed’s much nicer sibling. “What are you wearing tomorrow night?”

I glance into Jed’s office and whisper, “I’m not going.”

She scoffs, looking down at me as she peers through perfectly fluffy lashes. She chuckles and points a French tipped nail at me. “You’re braver than you look, Omega.”

“Don’t call me that.” I glare up at her.

Penny is a beta going on an alpha. I’m not one hundred percent certain she isn’t a switch. She’s so dominant. “And anyway, it’s my time. I also can’t afford a new outfit, or the cab fare home.”

Her eyes roll upward and then her head tilts to my boss’s office. “He’ll kill you, or sack you.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Still can’t afford it. And maybe that’s the push I’ll need to get a new job. Any job.”

“He’s not that bad,” she says, her cheeks glowing until they beam a delicate shade of pink. And there’s the beta.

“No... no way... You don’t fancy Jed!” I hiss. “He’s a creep. He only likes to yell. Imagine being in a relationship with that!”

“Mmm. I can see it. He’s an alpha. How can you not?” Penny’s perfect pout curls into a smirk. “I think you protest too much. And maybe he likes the idea of dominating you.”

I clench my fist, my nails digging into my palm as I fight the urge not to screech at her idea of me being with Jed. “Let him dominate you. I would like a powerful man, not a nut job.” I tilt my head at Penny. “Maybe we could swap bosses. You work with him.”

“Hell no,” she whisper-yells. “Just because I’d like to get the man into bed and show me how masculine he is, maybe knot me.”

“Uh!” I hold my palm to her face. “You’re a beta, he’ll rip you apart.”

“I don’t have a self-lubricating pussy…. Well… not like you do. But with a tube of lube, I can take a knot.”

“Penny,” I hiss.

She chuckles. “I think you protest too much. Anyway, just because I want to fuck him doesn’t mean I relish the thought of him being my boss.” She shakes her head, as though she thinks I didn’t quite hear her.

I heard... loud and clear.

She flutters her thick black lashes at me. “Maybe Jed secretly likes you. You know, that thin line between love and hate. Come to think of it, there is a lot of sexual tension.”

“The only tension will be on the noose that I want to wrap around his throat.” I snort. “You can have him all to yourself. I’m not fighting you for him.”

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